The Golden Compass

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The ink was still wet when the first bell tolled. You held the quill suspended above the parchment, your breath caught in the cold air of the scriptorium. The smell of iron gall and old dust filled your lungs, a scent that had defined your life since you were a boy of seven, huddled in your father’s shadow. You were the scribe. You were the keeper of the words that bound this abbey to the...

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